HOU art the Way; and he who fighs,

THO

Amid this ftarless wafte of woe,

To find a pathway to the skies,

A light from heaven's eternal glow, By Thee must come, thou Gate of love, Through which the saints undoubting trod, Till faith discovers, like the dove,

An ark, a resting-place in God.

Thou art the Truth, whose steady day
Shines on through earthly blight and bloom;
The pure, the everlasting Ray,

The Lamp that fhines e'en in the tomb;
The Light that out of darkness springs,
And guideth those that blindly go;
The Word whose precious radiance flings
Its luftre upon all below.

Thou art the Life, the bleffed Well
With living waters gufhing o'er,

Which those that drink fhall ever dwell
Where fin and thirft are known no more.

Thou art the mystic Pillar given,

Our Lamp by night, our Light by day; Thou art the sacred Bread from heaven; Thou art the Life, the Truth, the Way.

THE HOLY SPIRIT.

OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

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With all thy quickening powers,

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, fhed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that fhall kindle ours.

Isaac Watts. 1674-1748.

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COME, MIGHTY SPIRIT.

OME, mighty Spirit, penetrate This heart and soul of mine And my whole being with thy grace Pervade, O Life divine!

As this clear air surrounds the earth,
Thy grace around me roll;
As the fresh light pervades the air,
So pierce and fill my soul.

As from these clouds drops down in love
The precious summer rain,

So from thyself pour down the flood
That freshens all again.

As these fair flowers exhale their scent
In gladness at our feet,

So from thyself let fragrance breathe,
More heavenly and more sweet.

Thus life within our lifeless hearts
Shall make its glad abode;

And we shall shine in beauteous light,

Filled with the light of God.

H. Bonar. 1860.

VENI SANCTE SPIRITUS.

COME, Holy Spirit! from the height,

Of heaven send down Thy blessed light! Come, Father of the friendless poor! Giver of gifts, and Light of hearts, Come with that unction which imparts Such consolations as endure.

The Soul's Refreshment and her Gueft,
Shelter in heat, in labor Reft,

The sweeteft Solace in our woe!
Come, blissful Light! O come and fill,
In all Thy faithful, heart and will,

And make our inward fervor glow.

Where Thou art, Lord! there is no ill,
For evil's self Thy light can kill.

O let that light upon us rise,

Lord! heal our wounds, and cleanse our ftains,
Fountain of grace! and with thy rains
Our barren spirits fertilize.

Bend with Thy fires our ftubborn will,
And quicken what the world would chill,
And homeward call the feet that stray:

Virtue's reward, and final grace,
The Eternal vifion face to face,
Spirit of Love! for these we pray.

Come, Holy Spirit! bid us live;
To those who truft Thy mercy give

Joys that through endless ages flow:
Thy various gifts, foretaftes of heaven,
Those that are named Thy sacred Seven,
On us, O God of love, beftow.

Frederick Faber. 1856.

HOLY COMMUNION.

HEY talked of Jesus as they went;

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And Jesus, all unknown,

Did at their fide himself present

With sweetness all his own.

Swift as He oped the sacred word,

His glory they discerned;

And swift, as his dear voice they heard,
Their hearts within them burned.

He would have left them, but that they
With prayers his love affailed:
"Depart not yet! a little stay!"
They preffed Him, and prevailed.